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Jan 2021
i love you
but i know i'll leave you.
warming your bones have
turned mine brittle.
i was 14 when the boys with sad eyes
started picking me apart
im not far from 21 and all I wished for
last year was to shed the skins
that have touched mine
Written by
nish  F/between consciousness
(F/between consciousness)   
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